James Kills a Car

So James has been borrowing my mom's 1981 Mercedes Convertible. Its an oldie but a goodie. So after trying to get me to switch cars with him at lunch (denied) he was heading to the store to grab some ribs for dinner tonight when the car starts having smoke come out of its vents. Hum...not good. So he pulls over into the Denny's parking lot- good choice.
James thinks that this point that its a minor problem so he's trying to open the hood but couldn't get it open. A security guard comes running out and tells him not to open the hood and to call the fire department. James calls the fire department and they back away from the car as the fire burns through the hood and starts shooting out the hood.

The fire department arrives in only 5 minutes that seemed to James like 10 hours. They are unrolling their hose and James hears a loud pop. He takes cover thinking the car is going to blow up....thankfully it was only the front tire popping from getting too hot. The lovely fire fighters put out the blaze and we are left with the crisp Mercedes.

We are working with the insurance and figuring out what to do with the poor convertible.